King Ade (poem)

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Which song was I singing?
It’s just the grand piano
Stirring in the dark
Tunnel as long as a city
Just the music
I sing his song
It’s just my lips
Moving to the melody
Can I imagine Mandela?
His music mind?
The music of the jails
Water swooshing in pails
With stale white bread
This is how we make music